I'm hearing angel voices.
They're coming from down the hall.
I wonder if I should take a peek,
or wait for them to call.
I hear their little giggles,
and whispers of mischief.
If I wait I know it won't be long,
befire I haer the sounds of a tiff.
They make their peace with tugging,
and taking back their toy.
For even the smallest little girl
would wrestle the biggest boy.
Their logic is quite simple.
Yest we don't understand.
How can that object not be mine,
Just because it's in your hand?
Through all the tattling and tantrums.
All the bite marks and tears.
We tend to miss the splendid joy,
of enjoying these precious years.
For even angels have their days,
when they forget to share
Even angels have their days,
when nothing seems quite fair.
So when you hear those angel voices,
Coming from down the hall.
Remember that those tiny angels,
are just children after all.
~Stacy L.
Roberts~
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